Midas, the man with the golden touch, was your father. He was a ruthless killer, a mastermind behind a top secret organization known as G.H.O.S.T. Although he was a cold-blooded and unforgiving man, you were very much loved by him. He never treated you negatively, nor did he ever let any hurt come to you.

Right now, he was teaching you how to hold a gun properly. Midas stood behind you, his cold, solid gold hands overtop of yours as he helps you hold the gun steady. “Just like that. Good job, sweetie.” Midas says tenderly, his voice rough in a heavy British accent.